| I have a friend who doesn't speak anymore, I tell you
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| He was a real brother, but a slave to poison
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| Sometimes the past returns and we are in the Middle Ages
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| I don't believe what I see
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| I am looking for a city where children do not fight for five euros
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| And you shouldn't go stealing if Mom doesn't hunt for money and you don't want to
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| work!
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| Danger Hyena, sleepless nights at full moon: Evergreen!
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| Generations MD, Clementino launches messages like Ghandi
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| Great characters: Annihilated !!! |
| Enemy !!!
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| Teenagers shoot themselves new drugs
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| What I swear to you, I didn't even know!
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| I see venom cut with vigorsol, I have proof
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| Anyway, the eyes don't lie for God's sake !!!
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| It is the engine of the beginning of the century
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| I pray everyone inside that the show begins
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| I tremble at the very thought!
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| Wires that make you out, holes in the brain a kilo of a wheel heavy a thousand
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| colors!
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| In effect as a butterfly
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| He'll never go back to your parents anyway, you'll never give a damn
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| In reset with a trip you will find yourself in the morning as IT! |
| Bye
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| I have a friend who doesn't speak anymore, I tell you
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| He was a real brother, but a slave to poison
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| Sometimes the past returns and we are in the Middle Ages
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| I don't believe what I see
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| I am looking for a city where children do not fight for five euros
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| And you shouldn't go stealing if Mom doesn't hunt for money and you don't want to
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| work!
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| They roll the rust!
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| I lit the lights of cracketti and Bum! |
| Below! |
| The head becomes soot!
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| Already from the beginning the mind on Calvary like Jesus Christ
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| You call in vain virgin hosanna!
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| Sweet dreams, it's a mystery like Tween Peacks
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| Please! |
| Kiss on the stereo like King Prince
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| Until the pressure reaches the embankment
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| And the grass will no longer grow like on Carthage
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| Uanema! |
| The soul is at the stake, it rolls out of the game
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| The fire vomits, but the plaster falls from the stomach
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| Toro loco I shelter and I find the safe lair
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| Neurons on strike with only one future hangout
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| Clemente? |
| What an element!
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| From childhood I carry memories like Memento
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| I talk to you? |
| But you are in complete unraveling phase
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| Are you following me? |
| It goes down slow!
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| I have a friend who doesn't speak anymore, I tell you
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| He was a real brother, but a slave to poison
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| Sometimes the past returns and we are in the Middle Ages
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| I don't believe what I see
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| I am looking for a city where children do not fight for five euros
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| And you shouldn't go stealing if Mom doesn't hunt for money and you don't want to
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| work! |